Paintings by: Zeno
Poetry by: Pondy

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The octopussy pussy doesn't have to
make a story, because the story is her body

Amuse her, pay the bills,
and she'll look through you

She's the octopussy pussy:
"You can buy me, but my price is high"

At night she whispers:
"Honey, you're not okay"  

 White smoke and lips like blood
Fingernails and empty glasses
Visions of madness, no witnesses

Bikini girl puts a bomb under her chair
and you watch the world explode

It's the end of the trip and we love it!

A miracle in a cage of fire
Trapped in a violent grip
Catching breath
 Out of control

Smell the perfume of hell
and die softly

The night is a house
The moon a blue banana
Legs are moving
Eyes keep spinning

Someday heaven will fail your head
And you'll be safe...

She knew days of loneliness,
but time heals (and so does she)

A skeleton filled with anger
predicts your next move

Cutted eyebrows,
all shoulders, no bones

Meet her at the other side,
and she'll guide you to the end